By Jamie Bernstein
How did time pass
Before time was kept:
Did seconds make
The same chain gang trudge –
Was one chill dawn distinct
By Jamie Bernstein
Driving up the Merritt
Late tonight in
A firm resolution of rain
Wipers on max
Glimpses of clarity
By Jamie Bernstein
Early, like me,
She arrives for class but,
Unlike me, armed
With a hamburger. It looks good;
I missed lunch. Lately
By Jamie Bernstein
The crumble the make-do
The gummed defunct wires
That lattice the weeping plaster
The grime-bathed marble
Still cool to the touch